[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

The Boat People

They come, snarling with murderous intent
Their bodies feel no pain and salt water fills their veins
Paddling under the blanket of night, slowly, surely
With teeth and claws and staring with glowing red eyes
They thirst for blood, and will show no mercy
They are the boat people

They sit in old rickety boats in the middle of the sea
They have nowhere to go, drifting for vengeance
There are so many of them, and more every day
But it is the night they come, the beasts of the ocean
Huge claws and shadowy faces they land on the beaches
They infiltrate us, the blood curdling, bone chilling boat people

When we come for them they throw their own children overboard
To be lost within the unforgiving waves
Immune to cries and any pleas for mercy, they are
When they get their claws around you they drain you away
Your job, your life, your family, lost in their soggy maw
They are as grotesque as they are lost, the boat people

Some pity those lost in the boats
They will be our absolute demise
For it is the wise ones who you should turn to
When besieged by the horrible boat people
The few who are wise will tell it true
Never, ever, believe what someone tells you